Amy & Isabelle Page #4

I can't believe, I'm smoking

when I feel so crappy, this is sick.

God, if anyone ever caught us

smoking, my mother would kill me.

I'll put your hood up.

Jeez, where did you

get all this hair?

- My dad, I guess.

- You guess?

Remember, it's a

See if you can figure it out.

When you finish it,

set your pencils down.

Yeats.

He wrote some very

lovely things, I believe.

God, a fine hose

ruining around like that.

It's Yeats, Mom.

Not "Eats", "Yeats".

You probably just got

it confused with Keats...

which is spelled almost the same.

But Keats was English,

and Yeats was Irish.

And Keats died

really young of TB.

Interesting.

I would like to hear more about it.

My daughter was ashamed of me.

I was someone to be careful with.

Small-town dummy

who worked in a mill.

Three mere lines. Can't you

people see the beauty of this?

If you had any sensitivity at all,

you would look at this and weep.

Julie.

Well, B-C is five times

the square root of 3.

Mary Ann, if I ask you to be quiet,

you'll be kept after school.

Now, getting back

to what A-B is...

Didn't you think that homework

last night was a bunch of crap?

- I thought...

- Girls, please, be quiet!

All right.

At least, it's not home class

with that knock-me peanut.

Amy, one more time and you'll

stay after school. Go ahead, Julie.

Well, 10 square is 100.

Minus 75 is 25...

...so A-B is 5.

- Excellent.

Good for you, Julie.

Does everybody get that?

I guess the rest of

us are just stupid.

All right, Amy. After school.

Where were we?

A-D was the square root of 3...

Get started on your homework,

if you want to.

I don't want to.

Amy...

Amy, it's okay.

I know this poem by

Edna St. Vincent Millay.

And I thought of it today in class.

The first line is:

"Euclid alone looked

on beauty bare"

I think that's it.

"Let all who prate of

beauty hold their peace"

You know that poem?

I can't believe you know it.

Do you know any others by Millay?

I think that I've

memorized all of them.

"Time does not bring relief

You all have lied"

"Who told me time would

ease me of my pain?"

The thought had come to me that

morning:
I could educate myself.

I knew how to read.

And Amy would appreciate this.

The two of us in a coffee shop

talking about books.

I should be at the optometrist

for my ironing glasses.

What do you mean,

ironing glasses?

And the women at church

would finally understand...

...I was someone worth knowing.

...it's spasmodic accommodation.

What?

- I don't get it.

- There's no change in this machine.

- Anyone have change for a quarter?

- Just kick it.

- I kicked it.

- I don't get it.

I don't understand why your eyes

do that over an ironing board.

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